Page 61 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
He threw his hands in the air, that mocking smirk still playing on his lips. “I’m not here to cause any trouble. I just wanna remind your soon-to-be bride that as the newest member of the family, she should choose her fights carefully.”
Kiera was fuming beside me, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. If I mistakenly let go of her hand, she was going to bounce on that asshole. That’s how angry she was.
But her rage was nowhere close to mine.
My father once told me that a man’s strength wasn’t measured by how many punches he threw. But by how many he held back.
“Consider yourself lucky tonight, boy,” I said to him, my voice deep and dangerous. “Next time, I won’t be in such a generous mood.”
He blew Kiera a kiss and began withdrawing from us, retaining his smirk.
“Asshole,” she cursed under her breath.
***
Back at the mansion, her heels clicked rapidly against the floor, the sound echoing off the foyer walls. She’d been fuming all through the drive home and hadn’t said a word to me.
Initially, I wanted to play it off, pretending to be unfazed by her silent rage. But the silence was gnawing at me, especially because I felt Vika’s aggression was being transferred to me.
“Would you slow down?” I asked, following up behind her.
“Why? I have nothing to say to you.” She pushed the door open and stormed into the living room.
“Kiera….”
“What?” she snapped, turning to look at me, her face red with fury. “You stood there, Nial—when your stupid cousin was talking down on me!”
So that’s what this is about.
“Why did you stop me from knocking out his teeth?” she growled, her shoulders heaving quietly.
“That would’ve been fun to watch,” I teased.
“I’m serious, Nial,” she said, her voice faltering. “That son of a bitch needs to be stopped.”
I watched her vent out all that pent-up rage, her voice rising and falling as she spoke.
“He’s an arrogant prick who thinks he can get away with anything. But he’s wrong because he messed with the….” Her voice went silent abruptly, her speech cut off by the kiss I planted on her lips.
I cupped her face in my palms, my tongue sliding through my lips. She kissed me back, heads tilting to the rhythm of our passion.
Her eyes fluttered open after I broke the kiss, her chest heaving with anticipation. “Why…why’d you do that?” she whispered, struggling to catch her breath.
“You were talking too much,” I answered with the same tone.
Her countenance shifted from anger to something else. Something sexual. Her body was trembling, her eyes flashingwith sheer desire. The air was charged with tension as we gazed at each other, hearts racing.
“Do you wanna do it again?” she asked, her voice shivering.
My lips curved into a small, mischievous grin, my gaze tracing the curve of her mouth. I pulled her closer, arms around her waist, and without hesitation, planted a kiss she couldn’t resist.
She responded passionately, her tongue invading my mouth. Breathless, our heads tilted sideways, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. She removed my jacket, her lips still glued to mine as she kicked her heels off.
I found the zipper on her back and dragged it down to her waist in a single pull. Her fingers began undoing the buttons of my shirt after loosening my tie. I clutched the neckline of her gown and tugged it downward, revealing her red lacy bra.
She pulled away, stared lustfully at me for a moment, before grabbing me by the waist. Kiera led me to the kitchen and locked the door behind us. I picked her up, reclaiming her lips in the process.
Her hair fell loosely over her face as she dipped downward. I headed to the kitchen island, and there, I set her ass on the countertop. My fingers moved deftly, unhooking her bra in a flash.
